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My name is Danny, and this is my story.

by Danny
(Thailand)

About 3 years ago whilst in Thailand partying with a mate, And on my 3rd day without sleep, I received a phone call from my girlfriend, I was barely able to walk let alone hear what she had to say next. She was pregnant!

For me this was a massive deal, I always wanted to have kids but because of a accident where a nightclub bouncer jumped on my testicles after he knocked me out, the doctor said that I will probably never be able to have kids. So anyway back toThailand, I was "3 days old" and just found out the best news of my life, obviously this was no time for sleep, my mate ran down to the pharmacy and grabbed us some daytime flu tablets so we could party on and celebrate the news...

They we're not cold and flue tablets, they we're actually roofies, mixed with a pile of pseudoephedrine tablets. Well they didn't go down too well, we ended up catching ping pong balls with our mouths from a thai's butt. Then tried to stand over a Russian strip club owner because one of he's strippers robbed us. We rode our mopeds through Patong, rode full speed dodging lady boys whilst being chased by the Thai cops.

Then after hiding in a coffee shop for about 2 hours made it back to the hotel, but of course we couldn't sleep, it was 4am and I said screw it let's find a 24hour pharmacy and get some xanax as we had been awake for 4 days now. So we hailed down a took took taxi and told him to take us to the chemist, meanwhile were both still so twisted from this cocktail of death, so we get to the pharmacy and got some xanax, but then I saw eggs, who the hell sells eggs in a chemist, 4 days old obviously I bought them to throw at the Russians as we drove past in our little tooktook.

I told my friend no matter what don't hit a local, we were in a little traffic jam at the time and I guess he thought he could speed things up by pegging an egg up the front of the jam... Turns out a local lady came off her scooter and it hit her square in the head as she was trying to get up, this did not go down well it was out the front of a massive local nightclub and no word of a lie about 25 men started running towards our tooktook with knuckle dusters and some even had knifes. They bashed my friends head in and I had to jump over he's body and take the punches and what not, they tried dragging us out but I threw $350 Aus out on the ground and who I assumed was the driver got us out of there.

We were both bleeding badly but were honestly laughing at the fact that we survived. What was strange was we were driving out into the mountains when I clearly told the man where to go, then I seen a SUV start tailgating us, I told the driver to lose him, he then said you boys will not be going home. I said what the f&ck mate, then I realized that it wasn't our driver, one of the thugs stole it and was taking us to be killed.

He wouldn't stop and was going about 60kph I seen an abandon building site up ahead, I told my mate we're jumping out there or we're dead. I had a kid that I just found out I was having, death was no choice. We jumped out, at about 45kmph. It wasn't as easy as it looked on the movies, I sprained my ankle but had to run, the men in the SUV ran in after us with guns. Remember this is a TRUE story I swear on my life.

They looked for a good hour but we were hiding in a vent so they couldn't see us, I was so scared but couldn't have made a noise. If I sneezed, they would have killed us. But we made it, we got back to the unit still out of our minds, then my friend said we can't let them get away with this (the chemist that mixed us roofies into our pills) so we went there after being awake for 5 days now.

My friend told the little Thai man what he had done he said sucked in, I was hoping you guys would get raped, then it got crazy, my mate faked having a gone and told the Thai man to give him all he's money, he laughed and said you do know who owns this chemist don't you, the IRA. I said who the f@ck are they the tax department? He continued laughing and said take all you want there's a number on both your heads.

We thought screw it and grabbed about 1000 strips of tremadol, 500 xanax, 500 valium plus 2 of them funny hats they have at the entrance. We ran home and uncapped the tremadol and had a few lines then decided to go for a moped ride, you know the real steep hills and they have an up ramp for failing truck brakes, well I rode up one of them then off the end, which was a cliff.

Some how I survived but got a disease off the branches when falling down called cellulitis, I somehow rode back to my motel and they rushed me to hospital. They told me I'd be there for 2 weeks, I grabbed the my blood tests sheet and got my mate to carry me out of the hospital, I went to the nearest pharmacy and self medicated myself back to life, but my legs had to be elevated because of the blood pressure.

Day 6 still no sleep, my friend had emptied 1000 Tremadol caps onto the table constantly line after line, I went to have a few and he got extremely angry, "I got them, I robbed them there mine". We were both having serious psychosis issues, we heard the fridge tick and thought it was kids knocking and running. I was looking out the front door hole at a palm tree in a pot and thought it was a army man. Then the tick, I kicked the door open and chased this kid threw the whole motel until I cornered him on the roof. Then I locked him up there and went and got security, they watched the footage, I was chasing nothing... All in my head.

We then had 24 hour security at our front door, 6th night my friend was pacing up and down the room, I asked him why they're after us, who, them. He made no sense but to me it did. He said your having a kid, I have to look after you, I told him he's not doing any good walking around our room with an umbrella and a spoon... I told him to find them and take care of them, "6 days old" I didn't even know who that them or even he was but I couldn't stand him pacing around the room.

Little did I know he went down the front of the hotel and punched a security guard for no reason, I heard screaming from my room and went down, the police arrived Andy friend was off he's head (big deal in Thailand). I bribed the cop with one condition, $500 aus and he can kick my mate. I said go for it, the copper lined up my mate went for the boot, but the for some stupid reason my mate dodged the kick and kick hit the policeman. He was then brutally bashed and dragged to a truck and went straight to jail, then the motel manager whispered to me run, clean room, clean room.

I forgot about the half a kilo of tremadol which is illegal and could easily be mistaken for cocaine, I ran as fast as i could, got to the pent house but my key didn't work I tried again and again, then just broke down crying, I had that bad head mash that I actually thought I owned the penthouse, the manager seen me on security footage and quickly came up and took me to my room.

It was like someone had a talcum powder party there was stuff everywhere, then I gathered all the money I could get to get my mate out of jail. It was too late. The mafia boss had came and brutally beaten him, if you put a phone book over a face before you punch it, it isn't the best for the brain. He didn't recognize me and claimed he had never met me before, he said he'd rather stay in jail with Thai scum than come home with a stranger... He hasn't been the same since.

I'm sorry for the long story but I'm trying to explain how I got addicted to pain killers and what not, there is more to be told but I'm really tired if anyone wants me to continue please let me know, trust me it gets a lot better.

Comments for My name is Danny, and this is my story.

Wow, what an incredible and yet sad story! What I'd like to know is how are you doing now and how is your child doing? Are you still drug addicted or have you gotten help?

Debbie

Wow!by: Anonymous

You could really be a screen writer! Enjoyed reading sorry about your addiction but you definitely have a talent that you should explore!

CALL ME!!!by: Anonymous

Hey I'm a screenwriter from Kansas and I was wondering if i could have your permission to write a movie about you? My name is Charles Dirks and I am a high school teacher but on my spare time I write stuff. Call me at my number 620-213-1796

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